Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.